Danger Is My Middle Name - Banana Bus Squad

XVIII

It's been a month, a full month of rehabilitation. It's so boring, the same things over and over.
The nurse that is aiding me is nice and all, but I don't know how much longer I can do this for.
It hurts.
Everything.
Physically, mentally and emotionally, I'm broken and it hurts.
But I have to keep my head up high, I have to soldier on. Because I made a promise that day.
And I don't plan on breaking it any time soon.

There was a knock on the door which pulled my out of my thoughts.

"Is anybody home?" a familiar voice called.

I rolled my eyes, "Get your ass' in here you stupid men." I yelled, boosting myself up with the arm of the chair, quickly grabbing onto the walking frame that was in front of me.

"Oh no. Did someone get woken from their nana nap?" Tyler taunted, earning hits from someone from the audible 'ow' he let out.

I glared at him as I entered the room, "You're so lucky that I can't walk properly, Wine, or I would personally kick your arse." I stated, shuffling towards the lounge where they had all sat down.

"I think that these two have your arse kicking covered." Tyler stated, pointing at Brian and David, who sat either side of him.

"Sure." I smiled, "Would you guys like anything to drink? Right now I only hold energy drinks in my fridge. There may be some soft drink. I dunno, I haven't really cared much what was the-" I caught myself rambling, looking down, "I'll just go and grab the usual." I mutter, shuffling as quickly out of the room as I could, to my small kitchen.

"I told ya." I heard David exclaim as soon as he thought I was out of earshot.

"Shut up you loud Irish fuck." Tyler said.

After that, all I could make out was mumbles, I opened the fridge and pulled out some cans, not really looking, I knew they'd drink whatever I had to offer.

"She needs someone 'ere ta make sure she's fine." David whisper shouted.

Tyler shook his head, "She'll never agree to any of us taking care of her. She's stubborn." he pointed out.

"Are you three going to stop gossiping like schoolgirls behind my back. The house isn't that big, I can make out some of your mumbles. I get the general idea. I don't need someone to baby me." I call from the kitchen, placing the drinks on a tray.
Picking up the tray, placing on the walker, I shuffled back out, placing the tray on the table in front of my three guilty friends.

"We were gonna give you the choice Cas, we just think -"

"EXACTLY TYLER, YOU ALL THINK YOU KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR ME, BUT NONE OF YOU HAVE BOTHERED TO ASK ME WHAT I THINK IS BEST FOR ME. I DON'T NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF ME, IT'S MY CHOICE NOT TO EAT, I FEEL FINE. IN FACT I FEEL PERFECT WITHOUT EVERYONE TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE JUST BECAUSE I SURVIVED A CAR CRASH. I SURVIVED. I'M A SURVIVOR. I LOST MY BROTHER AND BOYFRIEND THAT DAY. BUT I HAVE TO BE STRONG, OTHERWISE MY BODY WILL FALL APART." I stare at all of their pale faces, "Yeah, none of you thought of how I feel huh?" I grabbed my walking stick off of my walker and limped to the front door, walking out.